Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.